Miroslava Odalovic

A Bit Of Being Cut Off From A Memory/Moj - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

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Echoes closely down the hall like nothingThoughts ajar in a big silenceLike a door I must not go throughUnfulfilled thoughtsLeft to beat in somebody else’s wells

The moments dragged into nowhereThrough a glass pane pacified in memoryA shivering hope will unveil the veilOpen the eyesMy shadow across the skyWho knows how many timesWill beg for everythingThat doesn’t want to give inLike a wave drowned in the sea of waitingTearful song it will cryIn the foam out of the foamMy newly born dawn